Whilst fellow Scandalnavians Turbonegro send up the ’70s glam of Alice Cooper, The 69 Eyes examine the evolution of glam to Gothic from ’60s to the ’90s.
You either stuck by ’90s pop punk, grew out of it, or hopped on the “third generation of emo” bandwagon. All the Best Songs is clearly for the first category.
Like Harnessing Ruin’s title track, “World Agony” wrangles the EVILNESS of Immolation’s trademark ghastly riffs into a comparatively accessible song structure.
Back in the day, it was hard to resist the childlike drawing and animation, the happy tunes, and characters like a Rasta frog and a karate-teaching onion.
The NZ comedy duo has been doing well with their HBO show and appearances on late night TV. This is their first EP, and the medium doesn’t do them justice.
Cornell wants to remain your Rock God, but he play it safe. Carry On is precise, polished, full of radio-friendly anthems as well as a few quirky gems.
Greenleaf fuse the roiling generator party bottom-end/vibe that burbled up from Kyuss and the MeteorCity label with tasteful ’70s Euro-hard attack rock.
Filled with chest-puffing, fist-pounding gestures of manliness… but behold! There are interesting melodies, arrangements, and a Wild West saloon piano solo.
A reissue of the rising Taiwanese black metal band’s 2002 effort. Every bit as musically proficient, thematically grand, and lyrically poetic as Seediq Bale.
Bad Religion have been on the up and up since guitarist/backup vocalist Brett Gurewitz returned. No surprise this is another monolith of pop punk excellence.
Small-change artist, signed to major label in post-alternate rock feeding frenzy, suffers growing pains as she realizes just how major record labels work.
11 tracks that kinda blend, but there are breakdowns to anticipate, roars to marvel at, and guitarwork to learn. Little clean singing and keyboard flourishes.
Skindred is like no other. Groovecore with a Rasta singer. He can scat, rap, and harmonize like the emo metal pussies without crying his eyeliner into streaks.
Best Helloween album in years. Not really that much of an accomplishment, seeing as many recent albums have fallen between passable and freakin’ embarrassing.
From Buffalo, NY, home of many a decent hardcore band, ETID incorporates a bit of Southern drawl, which is funny, seeing as upstate NY is far from the South.
I don’t know much about this shit. Drum’n’bass, uh-huh, breakbeat, yup, horror-fixation, know it. But if this is considered good or bad, man, it’s beyond me…